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| Ode to Epiphany |
It seems that I can't get a hold of anything.
The love shatters below my feet.
I cannot walk the seas or warm the world.
I have nothing to offer in your eyes.
The eyes of a god, beaming at me,
Burning heart-shaped chasms into my skin.
I plead, beg, implore you to find me love.
Make me fit into your arrow,
So that I may find a place in someone's heart.
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Posted by TheCheekyMunki on 2007-10-28 20:48:24 | Rating: | Views: 119
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